Chapter 293: Power Meets the Storm: A Cosmic Battle of Faith and Bonds
In the boundless, fantastic and dreamlike Dragon Ball universe, the Milky Way is like a long river, and each star is like a sparkling gem inlaid in it, emitting a mysterious and charming halo, as if telling the endless secrets and miracles in the depths of the universe. The gorgeous nebula is like a dreamy ribbon, dancing freely in the vast universe, outlining a beautiful and fascinating picture. Each planet is like a mysterious ark carrying countless dreams and challenges, performing a unique and touching legendary chapter in the boundless ocean of this vast universe.
At this moment, the battlefield of the Tournament of Power was like a Shura purgatory shrouded in layers of bloody haze. The setting sun was like blood, dyeing the entire venue into a shocking dark red in an almost cruel manner, as if it had covered this thrilling battle of the century with an ominous shroud, foreshadowing the upcoming tragedy and grandeur. The wind howled and raged on the field, making a shrill sound like the howling of ghosts and wolves, as if the god of death was making a soul-stirring roar, filling the air with a strong and almost tangible blood and tension, making everyone present feel cold, as if they were on the verge of life and death.
Lin Feng, one of the "Four Super Gods" in a furious state, was superimposed with the terrifying power of the King-fist that was enough to destroy the heavens and the earth. He was like a demon god descending from ancient times, exuding a chilling aura that frightened people to the bone. His eyes were like two sharp lightning bolts, tightly locking onto Jiren in front of him, and without hesitation, he performed the "Twelve Styles of Raging Shura" that was so frightening that everyone would turn pale at the mention of it. Lin Feng's figure rushed out like a black lightning bolt, and between the dance of his fists and palms, he perfectly integrated the fierce power of the earth's five thousand years of exquisite martial arts with the flexibility and variety of wrestling skills. Every move and every style contained a majestic force like a surging tide, just like a surging tide, rushing towards Jiren with an unstoppable momentum. The fist wind whistled past, and the energy was overflowing. Wherever it went, the space seemed to be overwhelmed and emitted a slightly trembling whine.
Jiren, the undisputed strongest warrior in Universe 11, has successfully reached an astonishing realm beyond the God of Destruction with his extraordinary talent and unremitting practice beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and even faintly touched the mysterious threshold beyond the power of gods. At this moment, his face was as solemn as iron, like a silent iceberg, and he went all out to resist Lin Feng's violent attack like a storm. However, even as strong as Jiren, under Lin Feng's fierce and flawless attack like a storm, he gradually showed his inability to cope with it and was unable to resist. For the first time, a trace of imperceptible panic flashed in his eyes.
When Lin Feng performed the twelfth move and unleashed all his strength, he seemed to turn into a meteor burning with the fire of destruction, dragging a long, dazzling flame trail that was too dazzling to look at directly, and smashed Jiren into the ring like an ant with a terrifying momentum that was enough to tear the space apart. With a deafening roar that seemed to shatter the entire universe, the ring instantly collapsed like fragile glass, and soil and rocks flew wildly around like cannonballs. Jiren's figure was also buried deep under the ruins in this chaos and destruction, and his life or death was uncertain, which made people's hearts instantly rise to their throats.
Lin Feng knew that Jiren was extremely powerful and could not be defeated so easily. He quickly looked around and keenly discovered that the ring was made of Thunderbolt Steel, which is the hardest steel in the multiverse of Dragon Ball 12. In the world of Dragon Ball Super, the ring for the Tournament of Power is set up in the Realm of Nothingness, and it is made of Thunderbolt Steel (Cassin Copper) which is harder than the Thunderbolt Steel (Cassin Copper) produced in Universe 7.
With his exquisite control over Qi, Lin Feng instantly cut out 20 square pieces of 3-meter-long, 3-meter-high, and 3-meter-thick steel blocks at the top of the ring. His eyes flashed with a firm and dangerous light, like a beast locking onto its prey, and he had already planned the next deadly attack strategy in his mind.
Beerus turned to Whis with a puzzled look on his face and asked, "What exactly does this Lin Feng kid want to do?" His tone was filled with anxiety and curiosity. Whis looked calm, smiled slightly, and explained slowly, "This Saiyan is very smart. He is planning to cleverly use the materials in the ring to make weapons." His voice was steady and full of confidence that he knew everything.
The God of Destruction of the 11th Universe, Wei Mei, was furious when he saw Lin Feng using the Thunderbolt Steel to make weapons. He cursed like a mad beast: "Beast, bastard, gangster, bandit, beast, devil!" His face flushed, and he shouted at the high priest: "High priest, Lin Feng is clearly a foul!" The voice was sharp and full of anger, as if he was going to overturn the entire arena. The high priest looked calm and responded slowly: "Using the materials of the ring to make weapons is not a foul." The voice was calm but unquestionable. Wei Mei was helpless and could only pin all his hopes on Jiren, hoping that he would recover from his injuries as soon as possible and defeat this hateful Saiyan Lin Feng. He was so angry that he gritted his teeth and his teeth were chattering. He wanted to rush down the ring and tear Lin Feng into pieces immediately, with raging anger burning in his eyes.
However, buried deep under the ruins, Jiren's consciousness gradually became blurred, and the unforgettable and heart-wrenching painful memories of the past surged into his heart like a surging tide, completely drowning him.
It was a planet that was once peaceful and tranquil, like a paradise. The sun gently sprinkled on the earth, as if everything was covered with a layer of golden gauze, full of vitality, harmony and beauty. Jiren lived happily with his family, master and companions on this land, and laughter echoed in every corner. However, a sudden disaster, like the arrival of a demon, ruthlessly broke this tranquility and beauty. A group of powerful and ferocious villains broke in like a flood and beast. They burned, killed, looted, and did all kinds of evil. Wherever they went, people were charred and mourned. Jiren watched his family being brutally killed in front of him. The screams pierced his heart like sharp arrows. In order to protect him, his master also fell under the butcher knife of the villain, and the blood dyed the land that was once full of laughter red. At that moment, his world seemed to collapse in an instant, and he fell into endless darkness and despair. His heart was filled with endless pain, self-blame and anger. The anger was like the magma surging under a volcano, ready to erupt at any time.
What made him even more heartbroken and hopeless was that his companions who had fought side by side with him and shared life and death with him actually chose to betray him under the coercion and inducement of the villains. They ruthlessly pushed Jiren into a desperate situation, watching him struggle in pain, but they were indifferent and indifferent, with no trace of the friendship in their eyes. Jiren's heart was filled with despair and unwillingness. He looked up to the sky and howled, and the voice was full of grief and determination. He vowed to become extremely powerful and never let such a tragedy happen again, even if it cost him anything.
From then on, Jiren embarked on a difficult and thorny road of training. For countless days and nights, he silently persisted in loneliness and pain. Every time he practiced, he was accompanied by severe pain in his body and mind, as if countless knives were cutting him. But he never had the thought of giving up, and the flame of revenge and protection in his heart burned more and more. In his heart, there was only one unshakable, steel-like belief: to become the strongest warrior, to protect his home planet, to protect this universe, to never let the tragic history repeat itself, and to restore the vitality of that once beautiful land.
In order to realize this belief, Jiren constantly challenges himself and breaks through his limits. He travels to every corner of the universe, looking for powerful opponents to compete with, honing himself on the edge of life and death, and every battle is a brush with death. He goes deep into the mysterious place of practice, exploring the secrets of the powerful forces in the universe, and never backs down even in the face of unknown dangers and fears. After countless life-and-death tests and hard training, Jiren finally touches the level of power beyond the gods, and becomes the most powerful warrior in the eleventh universe who deserves it, is admired and awe-inspiring, and his name has become a symbol of a legend in the universe.
It was this firm belief, like a beacon that never goes out in the darkness, that supported Jiren in his desperate situation and unleashed a force beyond his limit. In the ruins, a terrifying, soul-shaking breath suddenly erupted. The powerful air wave, with Jiren as the center, spread wildly around like a raging tsunami. Wherever it went, the ruins of the ring were blown away, and smoke and dust billowed, covering the sky and the sun, as if the end of the world had come.
Lin Feng had been staring at the ruins. With the Saiyan's keen perception and accurate judgment of the battle situation, he noticed that when Jiren burst out this power beyond the limit, there was a brief imbalance of power in the heart area - the area called the heart platform. This was an extremely subtle flaw, existing only in a thousandth of a second, but for Lin Feng, who had the "fastest light movement" and could exceed the speed of light, this was an excellent opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.
He knew that such an opportunity was fleeting. Once missed, the situation would be even more unpredictable. At this critical moment, Lin Feng instantly gathered all his strength in his elbow, silently chanting "Taijiquan can bring peace to the world, and Bajiquan can determine the fate of the world." Like the inheritor of Bajiquan, he gathered all his strength in one place, and that strength seemed to break through the restraints of his body. Then, he used the "fastest light movement" and turned into an almost invisible afterimage. In that one thousandth of a second, he rushed towards Jiren like an arrow from a bow, leaving a distorted mark in the air. With this terrifying impact force, Lin Feng, with an indomitable and fearless momentum, used the top elbow with all his strength, like a powerful cannonball, and hit Jiren's heart hard in his chest.
This blow contained a force that could destroy the heavens and the earth. Jiren felt as if his chest was hit by a towering mountain. A sharp pain instantly spread throughout his body like an electric current, as if he had been struck by lightning. His body flew backwards uncontrollably, and in the air he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood, which drew a tragic arc in the air. His body plowed a deep gully on the ground. Wherever he passed, the ground seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, and the soil and rocks flew, raising dust all over the sky, as if the earth was also trembling with his pain.
While Jiren was still unstable, Lin Feng, like a hungry tiger, pursued him and launched a set of extremely fierce and dazzling combos. He rushed forward in an instant, holding Jiren tightly with both hands like iron pliers, with a force that seemed to crush Jiren's bones, and his eyes flashed with a light of victory. Then, with a savage and fierce slam, Jiren was smashed to the ground. The ground seemed unable to withstand the huge impact force, and it made a painful "crack" sound. Cracks spread rapidly like spider webs, as if the earth was groaning in pain.
Then, Lin Feng exerted his strength again, lifting Jiren high up like a weightless object, and then rushed towards the rock at the edge of the arena. He repeatedly slammed Jiren into the extremely hard rock, and each collision made a dull and deafening sound. Spider-web-like cracks instantly appeared on the surface of the rock, and gravel splashed like raindrops, flashing dangerous light under the sunlight, as if telling Jiren's tragic experience.
Before Jiren recovered from this series of attacks, Lin Feng quickly used 12-way spring kicks. His legs kicked at Jiren like a storm, with overlapping kicks, each kick contained a thousand pounds of force, as if to completely smash everything in front of him, and the whistling sound of the kicks echoed in the air. This intensive kicking made Jiren's body sway like a leaf in the wind, and blood splashed out of his mouth like a fountain, staining the ground under him red. The ground seemed to be shocked by the blood and turned a deep red.
After a series of moves, Jiren felt dizzy and his head seemed to be spinning like the whole world was spinning wildly. Everything in front of his eyes was blurry and his consciousness gradually faded. How could Lin Feng miss this great opportunity? He used the ghostly body skills of "moving at the fastest speed of light" to quickly pick up a 3-meter-long, 3-meter-thick, and 3-meter-high steel cube and smashed it hard at Jiren's head. "Bang!" With a loud noise, it seemed as if the whole universe was shaken. Jiren's body trembled violently with this blow, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. The blood seemed to carry endless resentment.